"There was also something strange on the ground that I can only guess to be what was left of Roger," continued Matt slowly looking Rayne in the eye.Ra...ne looked away from Matt.She couldn't explain how or why she went into the rage she did, or the cold blooded way she executed those men. And Roger's death was the cruelest by far of what she did that night. She was ashamed to ever tell Matt how cruel she became and of her confusion over why it happened. The guilt was almost too heavy to bear."But. It was crying. It was Matt, crying quietly, probably into his pillow. Lynn stood, listening; then she slowly turned away, and walked back down the hall to the guest room.****************Wednesday morningEach day it got a little easier to sit in his office and actually work, to concentrate on what he needed to do. His mind still drifted away in painful directions, but not so often and not for as long. It was obvious to his secretary Bernice that something was wrong—but she had figured out that. Bay doors are opening. All non-flight personnel please clear hangar floor." The announcement over the official channel quelled the laughter. Julia's stomach clenched as the scrubs moved out, leaving only the double line of cruisers stretching across the room. A slow moving ripple was the only indication that the huge clear wall of the hangar deck was moving, exposing the hangar to space. This is really happening. I'm really doing this. We're about to take on a Drake. She took deep, steadying. He could totally see my cock and sack hanging out of the leg of my shorts. I began stroking until it was rock hard and beads of pre-cum dripped onto the bare concrete. I could hear his breathing speed up as his cock began pushing against his jeans. I pulled my shorts to my knees and freed my cock and began slowly working the shaft and staring at him. Licking my lips and stroking the head of my cock, I asked him to take his out too. His cock was huge, twice the size of mine and easily bigger.